Well, That Was…. Interesting

By s.r.g. | Published: 20 April 2009

That last post was so whiny I really didn’t mind that nobody reads this blog. Only under threat of no one reading this stuff can I write what I want to write how I want to write it. Still, the extreme unlikelihood that anyone will read this blog is threat enough that I monitor my behavior in that I don’t surrender select standards to a narrator’s voice, no matter how seductive that voice’s siren song. Now that shoe has hit the floor, here comes the next size 10-D. Paradoxically(?) this threat, the slim possibility that any soul, however intentional or unwittingly, wandering into this so-called blog, offers scant but sufficient enticement to carry on.

An unblinking eye of the universe looking in our direction. I wonder if it notices my socks dont match.

An unblinking eye of the universe looking in our direction. I wonder if it notices my socks don't match. Oh, well, thank you NASA and STScI.

The site was down for a couple of weeks. It should not have been. Domain registry transfers don’t happen overnight like in the olden days of 1990s and through the waining enthusiasm immediately pre-and-post 9/11. Today’s doldrums leave us drifting amidst a placid ocean of caffeinated beverages that no longer quicken the pulses of those who consumed them, so accustomed unto immunity have they worn, senses of urgency decaying like the electrical impulses of an unemployed stock broker.

This pace may well be more realistic in the long term. As such, it will not last very long.1  We’ll return to it, just as we will return to the frenzy. The cycle will ever continue, no end, no beginning, an eternal systole / diastole measured in wavering and assorted tempos of expanding and contracting universes. Or not.

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  1. Any human endeavor that reaches for long-term, even eternal aims, is only temporary. Our desire for immediacy and resolve is a consequence of what is hard-wiring in our human brains. As willingly and uncontrollably as daisies follow the sun across the sky, our human brains compel us to compel all things to make sense, to deconstruct, to explain absolutely everything we perceive, conjure and imagine, to articulate all such things and their relationships, each to each, in all possible expressions. This task, a single task, all tasks, is an infinite task. [↩]
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2 Comments

  1. Isaac Macy Wright
    Posted 30 April 2009 at 14:31 | Permalink

    Oh, mon ami, but people do read. People indeed, or people read indeed, or people of breed indeed read the feed or cede the need to read the feed in any case. It’s simply a question of how much brilliance any human can absorb at any given time. Sometimes I last several minutes on your blog; sometimes mere seconds. It isn’t absorption so much, but rather infusion. To stay after repletion is folly, to depart before so is impossible. In fact, a response is often out of the question, because the interaction with the mere concept of the url is filling to the point of explosi

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